Training the Villain to Become a Big Sister Obsessed - Chapter 1

Legend says that by reaching the easternmost point of this land, one can find the Great Dao and ascend to immortality by stepping onto the first ray of sunlight.

For thousands of years, cultivators within the four seas have yearned for this, crossing the Eastern Sea and rushing toward Yāng Gǔ  to reach that place of ascension. However, merely crossing the Eastern Sea deterred many, as the boundless, surging waves stretched for ten thousand miles, and cultivators who had tempered their bones and bodies were considered a great tonic for the oceanic demon beasts.

The sea breeze rose, whipping up layers of waves in the Eastern Sea. Two figures were faintly visible on the wave crests.

One was traveling by sword; the other… had nothing beneath her feet.

“I have not seen you venture out for training before. Why the sudden desire to come out this time?”

The woman’s voice was cold and flat, without any fluctuation, making it impossible to discern any emotion.

“I’ve been lying down for too long; my bones feel like they’re falling apart. I came out to feel the wind and step on the water,” Lan Shanjun  said with a yawn, wiping away the tears welling up in the corners of her eyes casually with her sleeve.

Xie Qingshuang  glanced at her, and her brow twitched involuntarily. The woman’s posture was so casual and lazy she looked like she was half-sleeping in the wind. Although Xie Qingshuang knew Lan Shanjun possessed the power of Wind Manipulation, this was still the Eastern Sea. What if she was swept away by a wave…?

Unable to bear it any longer, Xie Qingshuang reached out and pulled her onto her own sword.

Lan Shanjun stood steady and thanked her with a smile: “Shijie Xie  is truly beautiful and kind-hearted.”

Xie Qingshuang ignored her.

Their destination for this trip was a small secret realm that had opened near the Eastern Sea. Although the realm was small, the spiritual energy within it was comparable to a grand secret realm like the Returning to the Ruins Immortal Realm, which only opened once every thousand years.

The last time the Returning to the Ruins Immortal Realm opened, the ancient artifact Fuxi Guqin  appeared. Since this small secret realm had such a rich and surging spiritual energy, many cultivators speculated that another ancient artifact was emerging.

The realm opened suddenly but had already attracted many people. Within the short time it takes for an incense stick to burn, all the well-known figures from the four seas had arrived.

“Book Spirit, will the Villain really appear in this secret realm?” Lan Shanjun, relaxing on someone else’s sword, spoke to the Book Spirit in her mind.

She was not a native of the Four Seas and Eight Realms but came from the modern world of the 21st century, having arrived here because of a novel.

Online novels were popular in the modern world, with rich and diverse themes. Transmigration novels were considered a hot topic, but a novel was, after all, a novel—illusory, imagined out of thin air, and non-existent.

Lan Shanjun thought the same way before reading the Yuri cultivation novel, After Being Killed and Used to Attain Dao, She Went Mad.

She stayed up late to follow the entire novel but was ultimately fed disappointment. The novel’s title suggested a strong ‘Wife-Chasing Crematorium’ flavor, but the unscrupulous author suddenly cut the story short and left it unfinished. Before the Wife-Killing for Dao Attainment and Crematorium could happen, the Villain’s evil nature remained unconquered, the protagonists both perished, and the entire book was massacred, leaving only the Villain breathing.

Evil overpowering righteousness—Lan Shanjun had never encountered such a thing. She wrote a sprawling five-hundred-word review to vent her dissatisfaction with the frustrating ending. However, the moment she clicked ‘send comment,’ Lan Shanjun’s heart suddenly seized up. Before losing consciousness, Lan Shanjun still thought of that wretched novel: Dog-shit plot, trash novel, it actually made me so angry I died.

When she opened her eyes again, Lan Shanjun was in a bubble, floating on the vast, boundless sea.

She had transmigrated into that trash novel, and the beginning was disastrous—

“Are you saying I’m currently a months-old infant, abandoned in the Eastern Sea, surviving entirely thanks to this bubble that looks like it will pop if touched?”

“Yes,” the voice of the entity calling itself the Book Spirit replied in Lan Shanjun’s mind.

Lan Shanjun: “…”

Lan Shanjun: “Why me?”

The comment section was filled with angry remarks; it couldn’t be just because her comment had the most characters, could it?

Book Spirit: “You are relatively lucky.”

Lan Shanjun: “…”

Heh, lucky? What kind of luck?

“You are not dreaming,” the Book Spirit reminded her. “In half an hour, the Eastern Lord of Yāng Gǔ will pass through the Eastern Sea, and you will be taken back to Yāng Gǔ by her.”

“Yāng Gǔ?” Lan Shanjun started. “The female lead’s sect?”

She remembered Yāng Gǔ was the place where one of the female leads, Xie Qingshuang, grew up, but who was the Eastern Lord?

Before she could ask, the Book Spirit already explained: “Due to missing parts of the novel being automatically filled in, the Eastern Lord is the second Valley Master of Yāng Gǔ, your future master, and also the future master of the Villain, Cang Wu.”

“Wait!” Lan Shanjun had a bad feeling. “The same master as the Villain—don’t tell me I’m that Senior Sister who was the first character to be killed off in the entire book.”

Because she died too early, Lan Shanjun couldn’t even remember this character’s name.

Book Spirit: “Yes.”

Lan Shanjun: “…”

Her eyes went black; the sky had fallen and fallen again.

If she remembered correctly, this cannon fodder Senior Sister was the first person the Villain killed after becoming completely demonized.

“Given this starting point and identity, what can I do?”

“Ensure the protagonists achieve a perfect ending.”

Having an imperfect life herself yet having to painstakingly achieve happiness for others—Lan Shanjun wasn’t stupid. “If they succeed, what do I get?”

Book Spirit: “Upon completion, you can choose to become any protagonist from thousands of novels and possess her life.”

Possessing the life of a novel protagonist. Having beauty, money, and a younger sister, where the only daily trouble is having too much money.

If given the choice of a life, who would willingly lead a mediocre, hard life forever?

This condition was very tempting.

“What if I fail?” Lan Shanjun remained clear-headed. After all, the prerequisite for becoming a Shuang Wen (Power Fantasy) female lead was success. She had to consider the worst-case scenario—failure.

Book Spirit: “You will vanish along with this world.”

Lan Shanjun: “…”

She knew it wouldn’t be that easy. Even if such a good thing fell from the sky, it wouldn’t land on her head.

Based on her many years of novel-reading experience, going back was impossible; this Book Spirit was essentially just a reskinned System.

“Do I have any ‘cheat powers’?” Lan Shanjun asked directly about the key to survival. This was a cultivation novel; without some talent, survival was impossible.

The premise for completing the mission was that she had to survive first.

Book Spirit: “You may choose any one item. Once chosen, your talent in controlling it will be top-tier.”

Top-tier!

The combination of those two words sounded marvelous.

The first thing Lan Shanjun thought of was the sword—Sword Cultivation, a popular major in the cultivation world.

Before she could think any further, the Eastern Lord arrived.

Lan Shanjun saw Sword Flight for the first time. The woman on the sword had her white robes fluttering, complementing the waves below. Fine golden sun patterns flowed on her robe. She stood on the sword with her hands behind her back, looking down faintly. Lan Shanjun instantly felt that this must be the pinnacle of immortal grace.

This was the Eastern Lord.

Lan Shanjun was taken back to Yāng Gǔ, where she stayed for one hundred and twenty-three years—so long that she almost forgot she wasn’t a native of this world.

It wasn’t until the Book Spirit reminded her two days ago that the Villain had appeared that the crisis that had always lingered in Lan Shanjun’s heart returned.

During these one hundred and twenty-three years, she hadn’t been completely idle. To survive, she gradually integrated into this cultivation world, learning to practice spiritual energy and mastering the control of Wind Manipulation.

She had to kill the Villain before she fully matured!

“Are you sure you want to do this?” The Book Spirit’s tone carried worry.

“If I don’t do this, should I wait for her to kill me?”

As she spoke, Lan Shanjun and Xie Qingshuang had arrived at the perimeter of the small secret realm.

Lan Shanjun frowned at the massive swarm of people above and below: “So many people?”

Xie Qingshuang: “After all, there are rumors that an ancient artifact will emerge. No one can resist the temptation.”

Lan Shanjun glanced at the female lead beside her, who maintained a cold gaze and cold brows—fitting for someone cultivating the Path of Emotionlessness (無情道).

Xie Qingshuang felt her gaze and looked sideways: “What is it?”

Lan Shanjun asked curiously: “Shijie Xie, are you here for the ancient artifact as well?”

“No,” Xie Qingshuang did not state her purpose for coming here.

Lan Shanjun didn’t ask further and immediately whispered to the Book Spirit.

“Why is she here?”

The Book Spirit paused for two seconds: “I don’t know.”

Lan Shanjun: “?”

“Aren’t you the Book Spirit? Aren’t you familiar with the plot?”

The Book Spirit was also confused: “The original story does not start here, but based on my deduction, this should be the female lead’s first great opportunity—her destined sword, Night Begonia.”

“Night Begonia, huh.” Lan Shanjun recalled the sword’s description in the original text: The sword blade is slender, pink, and white, causing flowers to bloom with every stroke in the hands of one with a cold and emotionless heart.

A person cultivating the Path of Emotionlessness, carrying such a romantic sword. While reading, Lan Shanjun wondered if Xie Qingshuang would have to use this sword to perform a flower-blooming dance to appease the other female lead during her Wife-Chasing Crematorium arc. What a pity, there was no crematorium; the story was unfinished.

Lan Shanjun scanned the area from top to bottom, noticing that the people present were divided into five factions. There were clear dividing lines between four of the factions, and the area where she and Xie Qingshuang stood was the most mixed.

The landmass of this world was surrounded by a single vast ocean. The ocean was divided into the Eastern, Southern, Western, and Northern Seas. Most immortal sects were located on the land within the four seas; only Yāng Gǔ was situated deep within the Eastern Sea, almost overseas. Yāng Gǔ was also the only completely neutral immortal sect within the four seas, taking no part in the conflicts of the four other major factions.

“The people from all four great halls are here,” Lan Shanjun sighed. “It is truly lively.”

Xie Qingshuang heard her and warned: “The Valley Master and the Eastern Lord instructed us not to get overly involved with them.”

Lan Shanjun hummed and nodded: “Understood.”

She did not want to cause trouble for herself either.

“The secret realm is about to open. This place is a chaotic mix of people. We might not stay together once we enter. You…” Xie Qingshuang looked at Lan Shanjun, a fleeting emotion crossing her eyes.

“What is it?” Lan Shanjun did not notice.

“Be careful.”

As soon as Xie Qingshuang finished speaking, a dazzling light shone down, landing exactly at Lan Shanjun’s feet.

Although everyone knew the secret realm was about to open, no one could predict the location of the gate.

“…No way,” Lan Shanjun murmured. The gazes surrounding her felt like they were piercing her.

The light beam expanded, and the space began to warp.

A feeling of weightlessness followed immediately. Lan Shanjun quickly reacted, using the power of wind to stabilize herself and slowly descend.

Stepping onto solid ground, Lan Shanjun was momentarily stunned by the sight before her. A curtain of water cascaded from above, and the cold mist of the impact lingered, making it feel like they were in a fairy land.

The moisture soaked Lan Shanjun’s robes; her shoulders and sleeves were stained a darker color.

Lan Shanjun took two deep breaths and immediately felt her entire body’s meridians relax, with threads of spiritual energy constantly pouring into her body.

Yāng Gǔ was located in the furthest east of the four seas, born to welcome the morning sun, and was called the place with the purest spiritual energy by many cultivators. Lan Shanjun had lived there for many years and could naturally distinguish the purity of the spiritual energy.

Lan Shanjun stretched her limbs, ready for action—

“Book Spirit, where is the Villain?”

Book Spirit: “Beside you.”

Lan Shanjun: “?”